I Only Cum When A Dog Watches
… he says. It’s been a strange week. October is always a bit weird – neither summer nor winter, it’s that liminal month between the joys of sunshine and the dense, dark rituals of year’s end. This one is relatively mild, but at the office on Thursday, it rained so hard water squirted through a closed sash window. I picked up the phone, pretended to dial, and then said, “God? It’s Kelly. Yes, that one.” I winked at everyone. They grinned back. “So, about this rain. It’s a bit much – please could you turn it down?” The rain stopped. There were fifteen other people in that sales office, and they all laughed. There was a touch of disbelief though, and a little thrill of awe. What if Kelly really did talk to… No! She …